Way Gone Jazz Tenor Man
Moonshot in the Spotlight Way gone jazz, tenor man, notes flying high like a moon shot, tearing the dusk apart and leaving a hole in the sky/
When you dug into his music, you didn’t listen with ears alone, you tunneled through color/ bright, brighter, brightest amber and emerald, electric blues and crimson sparks of colors that pulled you closer to Saint John Coltrane/
Man you felt his jazz pluse up and down your spine/ His horn shined in the club's spotlight, His body boppin' to the bands flo in time/ his every breath a comet, every note a constellation of peace and prayer/and the crowd moved as one, a living galaxy of listening to the way gone tenor mans lifes journey through his horn/
The drummers cymbals keep the groove and the bass player loosens the beat/ Man, It's the heavy gravity of the tenor man's sound that flips you on a hip trip/ The way gone jazz tenor man becomes a lighthouse in a sea of rhythm-N- Blues guiding souls through jazzy funky chords, and maybe even Bebop you can use/ In this night, the hole in the sky becomes a doorway, threshold where the ordinary jazz sheds its old clothes and becomes the new thing to behold/We step through, aligned with Trane's horn It's bright seam digging deeper to find that the way gone jazz tenor man's music wasn’t an escape from life but a ladder to something larger, braver, more true more real that will carry us home, closer to the divine, through sound. with jazz and Coltrane at the wheel for all time/
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